Valerian blossoms, lemongrass, sandalwood, and jasmine for sweet Cobalt Soul incense with a bite: you too can punch some jerk in face while demanding he appreciate your inner peace.
Rich green and black teas, grave-grown mushrooms, carefully-tended lilies, and sweet honeyed lichen.
Charred wood and spellbooks with smoke and fire overlaying the rich notes of oakwood, black tea and salt air for a wizard’s meditation.
Sea breezes, Deep Ones, sea grass, midnight rain, and nightmares of giant eyes and tentacles.
Bright, sparkling magic in plumeria, sandalwood, and patchouli; bay rum and freshly-roasted coffee in a Markesian emigre’s Glorious Goodness.
Strongjaw ale, barbarian leather, peppered steel, and peanut butter. Seriously. You have to have peanut butter. It’s a food group all on its own!
A candy-coated spiritual weapon in vanilla beans, butter rum, buttercream, burnt sugar, honey, and just a touch of tarted sage.
All the elements of the Ashari Aramente: fresh earth, rainwater, dead leaves, woodland explorations, smoke, and juniper berries steeped with cassia bark.
Sex, drugs, rock and roll, and poor life decisions. A musky base overlaid with amber, artemesia, pachouli, and bloodhunter copper and steel.
The metallic tang of old coins underneath glazed, cracked porcelain is wrapped up with super, super cheap rotgut whisky for everyone’s favorite Just A Little Halfling Girl. YOU CAN RESPOND TO THIS MESSAGE
Egyptian musk, bourbon, and bergamot for a rich nerd; gunpowder and steel for the gunslinger’s vengeance; a touch of sweet snowfall for Whitestone’s clockmaker at Winter’s Crest.
Balsam fir and cedarwood for Sarenrae’s brightness of worship mixed with clover honey and brown sugar of the Slayer’s Cake.
New leather and magicked steel of the Enchanter’s trade with the lavender possets and black ice incense of the Invulnerable Vagrant.
Homey warmth in teakwood and tonka bean gets hidden under a fancy facade of red wine, whiskey, and sweet aldehydes.
The Gentleman’s Pampering Kit contains oakmoss, vetiver, bergamot, and bay rum, then is mixed with Doty’s artificery steam and engine grease.
The Raven Queen’s champion carries musky leathers, the tanned mahogany and steel of Vestige daggers, funerary neroli, and earthy, peppery rain.
Black oak and cedar for the Ranger’s Vestige bow, dragon’s blood for her prey, wisteria and ivy for dreams of home, and a touch of sweet honey for Trinket.
Thunderstorms, pressed flowers, and a two-handed sword: petrichor, tulips, gardenia, apple blossoms, and blooded steel.
A red tiefling’s warlock pact with her Lady: moonflower, brimstone, and night-blooming jasmine.
Brown warden leathers, cut roses, and the clean fresh notes of bergamot.
Like all fine revolutionary hippie holistic health practitioners, you will find here a fine blend of rosemary, sandalwood, patchouli, and the healthful benefits of calendula with just a tiny touch of catmint for Ser Pounce-a-lot.
Old Spice AND LIAR with the fresh hay of the Skyhold stables, bay rum, cut wood, and silverite swords.
A royal necromantic family’s calla lilies blended with the Seeker’s armor polish and the green papery note of smutty romance novels.
Elderflower and oakmoss for your fancy hair pomade and a little touch of Fereldan caramel for the sweet scents of home.
Saucily drinking wine in an old library with black pepper, dragon leathers, and teakwood bookshelves.
Red wine, brandy casks, and oxidized steel for when you spend seven years angsting alone in an abandoned mansion.
How better to use one’s black market mercenary connections than to have hot chocolate with marshmallows delivered to the ass-end of nowhere, blended with the orange peel and clove of Sehereon’s best horn balm.
The pirate queen is a blend of shipwright cedar planks, well-aged rum, and a fine sea breeze carrying just a hint of Antivan citrus.
Candle wax and wet ink from the diplomat’s everpresent clipboard; carnations and pomegranate blossoms for a homey touch of Antiva.
A spy’s poisons in the sweet scents of almond, ginger, and nutmeg, with a touch of hibiscus to stand in for Andraste’s Grace.
Unapologetic blood magic comes out in dragon’s blood, resinous amber, and a touch of copper mixed with the eager sweetness of wildflowers in baby’s breath, lavender, and peonies.
The Witch of the Wilds is a heavy, seductive floral in jasmine, shapeshifting orchids, and lemon verbena.
Andraste’s devotion in sweet church incense with the oak, leather, and resin of a longbow specialist.
The cackling morale-boosting laugh of a lemon meringue pie to the face with a touch of cinnamon and honey from your very best JAR OF BEES.
Dirty apostate hobo talking a constitutional in the woods with oak, basil, sage, AND BETRAYAL.
An Antivan Crow through and through with the sharp steel of an assassin’s daggers, sweet leather from heirloom gloves, and strong fresh-brewed coffee.
A blend of sharp sniper’s gunpowder with the clarity of vision provided by lemongrass and a touch of musky vanilla to ensure everything’s perfectly calibrated.
Dark amber for Angara musk mixed with fresh cantaloupe for Aya melons and the bright scent of lilac in Havarl greenery all overlaid with just a touch of sexy, sexy waterfall.
Sharp, fresh yuzu and spiky cactus flower blended with bitters for feminine poetry with a bite.
Sweet ginger tea for treating biotic migraines.
Movie night with the crew after a hardcore mission: gunpowder covered with buttered popcorn and hoppy hipster beer.
Elegance and badassery with green tea blended with the wet earth and crumbled rock notes of archaeology.
Stylized genetic perfection in white tea, Asian pear, and a touch of fresh-cut lilies with badass biotics in a blend of black currant and coconut.
Rich, peaty scotch whiskey from a flashy heist with a swirl of cured tobacco leaves.
Perfect for the Quarian on Pilgrimage, the peppermint and ginseng of purified suit air with a touch of hot engine grease.
Everything you need for good respiratory health: echinacea, sweet fennel, warm honey, and eucalyptus. (I’M SORRY).
The easy, effortless competence of warm vanilla and sandalwood with a touch of Turian amber and some soothing chamomile because relax, Ryder, she’s got this.